like fire for cat food.

I've said on many occasions that being with Roomie eliminated the need for tv. He's a walking, talking sitcom. And now he has 2 little co-stars.

The other day, as I settled my sick self on the livingroom couch under a blanket with my throat-soothing cup of green tea, the following conversation ensued in the kitchen...

Roomie: "Why is there cat food spilled on the floor?"

Lam: "Mini pulled the dish away from the cat while she was still eating."

Me (yelling from my pirch): "Mini, don't take food away from the cat while she's eating, okay?! It's not a nice thing to do!"

Mini: "Okay, Momma!"

Roomie: "You only take away the thing the cat's eating if she's eating things like poison."

Lam: "Or if there's a fire."

Mini: "Or if she's eating fire."

Right.

Wait, what?